Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And S£x Story)… Part 9

Hungrily, I reattach my mouth to her nip*ple. Taking a tighter grip on her Buttocks, I start to move under her with my own rhythm. Pulling out till only my tip is still within her, I dive back in, till my head hits her bottom. Tina’s fingers dig into the back of my scalp, as she starts yelling in the throes of her passion. “Oh, fuucckk me, you’re HUGE! Harder, fuucckk me harder with that massive coccckk of yours! Oh, damn, I’m gonna Pour aga–” Her hand pulls me away from her tit, as she presses her mouth to mine. The passion and fury of the kiss are enough to set me off again, and I barely pull her off me in time to shoot my second load between our bodies. We continue to kiss for a few moments, wrapped up in the pleasure of our shared bliss, until Tina pulls away, breathing heavily. “I’ve never Pour that hard, before!” she exclaims, her cheeks flushed, and her chest still heaving. “But next time, Pour inside me; I’m on the pill.” She shakes her head, looking at me. “I can’t believe a geek could DO that to me.” I can only nod my head and smile, exhaustion nearly overwhelming me. Tina is the first to get up, and we start to clean up our mutual mess, thankful for the small snacks Nancy made, and left for us on Tina’s desk. Tina’s mom greets me with a warm smile, but a slightly puzzled look on her face as I leave. I wonder what she is thinking after walking in on her daughter and me screwing? It isn’t until I am driving back to my apartment that I start to wonder what Tina is going to tell Richard. A small part of me feels bad for taking the jock’s girlfriend, but the memories of all the times he has bullied me washes any lingering feelings of guilt away. I’m not worried about retribution from him either. Not any more, at least. There is no sock on the door as I get to my apartment, and I sigh in relief. I’m completely worn out after today, and am looking forward to getting some sleep. Ten minutes later, I am crawling into bed, the light off, and my alarm set to ‘exterminate’ my sleep in the morning. A bright blue light causes me to sit up in bed in alarm. My heart is pounding as I look around my room, and I can feel the beginnings of terror take hold of me as I see a figure standing by my window. It isn’t human, I know. Not with its too long arms, willowy frame, over-large eyes set in a delicate seeming pink face. “Are you the one?” The simple question from this creature fills me with more dread, than anything else in my life. Am puzzled.